As the people nearby hastily retreated, one of them quipped, “Jasper’s infamous bad luck certainly isn’t exaggerated, is it?”
Giselle observed a drone that had narrowly missed Jasper’s hair, continuing to circle above. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye.
Her phone rang as she pondered this; it was Henry on the line.
She answered the call and casually sat down at the dining table, “Hello?”
“What are you up to?” Henry’s voice remained even.
“Just about to have dinner.”
“Oh... with anyone special?”
“Why, worried there are too many good-looking guys here, and I might run off with someone?”
“How could I be? Could anyone be more handsome than me?”
Giselle pulled the phone away from her ear to double-check the caller ID, and then brought
